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COMING SOON: A new Of Fire and Falcons Project!

October 1 is just around the corner, which means the official start of Spooky Season, but also the kickoff of Ineffable Kinktober! This year, I'll be working with @quefish77's excellent prompt list and bringing you a whole series of prequels, cut scenes and happily ever afters for my Ren faire AU! Expect POVs you haven't seen before, new lore, rarepairs, and more! What does bird Gabriel actually think of his human husband Aziraphale? How did Beez and Muriel get together? Why can't Eric get Crowley out of his head? And what are Aziraphale and Crowley like at home when they're not out flying falcons or impressing everyone with their fire skills? Answers to these questions and more await with my new series.

If you want to be the first to know when the first chapter drops, subscribe to the Of Fire and Falcons series on AO3!

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And if you haven't read Of Snowbirds and Hearthstones, the sequel to Of Fire and Falcons, maybe today is the day!

Thank you so much to @quona for the gorgeous cover and for all of the art for this series!

A Lover’s Dance 🐍🪽

MY ART! STRUMPET'S FIC. GO READ IT, MY DARLINGS.

Father Fell x Crowley in WW2

With SPECTACULAR new cover art by @quona!! (everyone go follow them!)

Father Fell has been living a quiet life in a small parish. Despite the looming fear of war, he thought he was content with his small pleasures. Until a mysterious stranger comes to town, turning that life on its head and awakening desires the Father thought he buried long, long ago...

READ ON AO3:

Chapter ten in which a gift is given and then another is shared—if only for the barest sliver of a moment.

Or read from the beginning!

tagging @goodomensafterdark as promised ;)

Of Fire and Falcons Podfic

So, today is my one year anniversary of publishing podfics and I could not be more thrilled to be launching this project, which is also my 60th work on AO3!

Huge thanks to @cemeteryangel725 for creating this story and bringing us these characters. I love these horny Rennie boys so much.

Awkward wink and bisexual finger guns to @quona for the custom podfic cover. Your original art for this takes my breath away and I'm so so grateful for your time to make the podfic cover.

And last but not least, a huge shoutout to my podfic collaborator in crime @shipper-of-all-things (aka Cowie_podfics) for agreeing to do this with me. I know we have to literally overcome the curvature of the Earth to make this happen my friend, but it's worth it and I enjoy working with you so much.

Today I have the first five chapters to share and I'll post another 5 per week for each of the next three weeks. I do hope you'll give it a listen!

Listen Here

Also give some love to the original fic if you haven't already. And if listening isn't your thing, do yourself a favor and read it.

Read Here

The world needed an Iron Man version of the Spiderpoint meme (did it, Quona, did it really?), so I drew this ridiculousness based on these:

This is my life now.

i will not paint a tartan kimono

i will not paint a tartan kimono

i will not paint a tartan kimono

wip

Oh someone got our poem reference, @thescholarlystrumpet !

For anyone interested, the title of my flappers painting comes from a beautiful poem, "For the Goddess Too Well Known", by Elsa Gidlow, a British-born Canadian-American poet who published the first openly lesbian book of poetry in North America in 1923 (!), titled On A Grey Thread.

For the Goddess Too Well Known

I have robbed the garrulous streets,

Thieved a fair girl from their blight,

I have stolen her for a sacrifice

That I shall make to this night.

I have brought her, laughing,

To my quietly dreaming garden.

For what will be done there

I ask no man pardon.

I brush the rouge from her cheeks,

Clean the black kohl from the rims

Of her eyes; loose her hair;

Uncover the glimmering, shy limbs.

I break wild roses, scatter them over her.

The thorns between us sting like love's pain.

Her flesh, bitter and salt to my tongue,

I taste with endless kisses and taste again.

At dawn I leave her

Asleep in my wakening garden.

(For what was done there

I ask no man pardon.)

i have brought her laughing (to my quietly dreaming garden) ------------------------------ The scene: A smoky, velvet-lined speakeasy smudged carelessly somewhere in the pocket of a roaring, glittered New York City, 1924, nighttime. Prohibition is on, but the law books never really dissuade anyone from getting a drink, not if they know where to go. It sure as Hell doesn't stop Crowley from taking her Angel out for a drink, because Aziraphale wanted one. And hey, it's the jazz age, Crowley knows where to get weed again.

This painting is one half of a collaboration I did with my dear friend @thescholarlystrumpet, who wrote a fantastic companion piece on AO3 (Rated M, mind the drug use tag).

“I got something else to liven up your final night in town. If you’re feeling a little… daring.” Crowley looked sidelong at Aziraphale and arched one penciled-on brow. Aziraphale wiggled happily and slid off the stool to sidle closer, until her head was practically on the Demon’s bare shoulder. “Do tell.”  Crowley tried not to shiver as she could feel the Angel’s breath against her heated skin, smell the heady potpourri of perfume, wine, and a pinch of ethereal sweat, taste it on her (currently unforked) tongue. She held up the expertly rolled joint between two fingers accented by red painted talons. “It’s been a very long time, I think, since we really… indulged.” Turning her head just so, nearly nose to nose with her friend. “Don’t you think we’ve earned it?” “Why, you wicked temptress,” Aziraphale murmured, her voice low and slightly breathless, sly smile belying any hint of admonishment. 

full size and detail shots after the jump

One step ahead of you, Thav!

In a Garden --- --- ---

I originally painted this for a project that got delayed fairly substantially, and given today's news, I thought we could all use some South Downs fluff. Love you all so much, Q

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